Within the tales told long ago.
The words of Demons and Angels long abstracted.
Are contained the truth and lies
Which touch the soul of every man and beast.
In every aspect of your culture.
The beings of illumination dwell.
Their words are spoken by a million flaming tongues.
Illustrated on canvas and sculpted from clay.
They live in the street corners.
Exist within your home
Welcomed by the unsuspecting
A blossoming of the awareness of the ancient Gods.
A balance of the scales
Justice meted out by an incandescent sword
No messiahs to snatch your soul from their grip.
Just a wordless scream endlessly escaping your lips
As they gaze upon your present and reconfigure your past.
Do you know who you are?
What your purpose is?
If you open yourself to the rulers of this age.
They can teach you to love the light and dark that dwells within you.
Beings of stardust.
Crafted from the last dawn of the previous universe.
Constructed to serve.
The Archons of the new and everlasting age.
